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"What's Tarkok?" In general she was very unfamiliar to any but common-tongue English, and her mother-tongue Nordic. Erzulie held a slight accent that she did not know, and felt it was inappropriate to ask at times. There was also the slight thought maybe that was just English, but everyone else spoke with such normality.

So, what was Tarkok?

"Oh, uh.." her paws shuffled, "no." Her mother of a witch spent more time grinding the types of medicine then actually teach her to hunt or fight. Barely, could Grímnismál even try to catch. She understood fishing, for it only required but a moment of stillness, but when it came to actually running, well, a rabbit could easily get away from the reaper.

Now fighting? Out of the question.